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The writer is a Sindhilanguage poet and teaches philosophy at Sindh University, Jamshoro

A Chain

Life

today

also

is

lonely

and

sad

just

like

it

was

yesterday,

my friend!

This poem by Imdad Hussaini was a new experiment in Sindhi poetry, reflecting a sense of forlornness and the boredom of monotonous life. Given features of the urban culture of the 20th century, Hussaini’s poetry, with its spirit of modernity and urban content, has become phenomenal for Sindhi literature. He precipitously changed the milieu of Sindhi poetry from rural to urban and from communal to individualistic expression.

But Tikhur, his hometown on the west bank of the river Sindhu, was the first to inspire Hussaini’s creativity. The soil of Tikhur, if measured in terms of creativity, is very rich, and has given many celebrated poets and prose writers who have augmented and ornamented Sindhi literature. But Hussaini did not just carry on the heritage and the legacy of the poets of Tikhur but espoused a new modus of Sindhi poetry containing the influences of modern poetry produced internationally.

The Old Building

I am like an empty building

In which all doors and windows

Lamps, cupboards, curtains,

Mirrors and all they ever reflected

Have been put up for sale

to be auctioned.

I am like an empty building,

The desires of its tenants

Are garbage and waste.

Searching in vain for a buried treasure

They have pulled out each and every

tile in the floor

And left it naked.

What is there left in me?

Nothing —

Bats hanging from the roof

Cakes of cow dung drying on the walls.

This poem is a metaphor for the shallowness of being, the commodification of the human essence, the barrenness and the waste of life. In it, the best of the modernist poets are reflected, T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound, and Hussaini successfully manages to demonstrate the reality and sensibility of the 20th century.

The poetry of the late 1960s represents the changing dynamics of the political and social spheres. Those were the days when Hussaini’s identity was evolving as a new and bold voice in Sindhi poetry, not only because of his bohemian style and untraditional formats and diction, but mainly because of his selection of themes which made him distinctive in the galaxy of giants like Shaikh Ayaz and Tanveer Abbas and Niaz Humayooni and Shamsheerul Hyderi. Depression, the absurdity of being, the defeat of reason and the rise of fascism, a common threat to humanism, appeared as prominent themes in his poetry. His poetry was inspired by social movements, especially the nonviolent movement against the Vietnam War and struggles for independence in colonised countries. His poetic classic titled “Roots” depicts the civil rights movement of black Americans; this epic poem has not been completed yet though Hussaini has been working on it for four decades. In it, Hussaini tries to trace the pain of the cold blooded murders of the truth seekers, the lost battles of the marginalised and the endless wars fought by those who remain unknown.

Speak Truth, drink poison by becoming

Socrates of Athens;

Christ for the Cross;

Hussain for Yazeed,

Mansoor for the gibbet;

Sarmad for the sword;

Dodo and Darya Khan;

To lay down life for Sindh!

Martin Luther King for the assassin;

To die for a noble cause;

You lived for!

In every drop of blood

Red roses blossom!

And on the revolving globe

Hundreds of suns bloom;

Like a kaleidoscope!

Blood is red as a rose;

In blacks and whites;

He be the Lincoln of America

Or the Lumumba of Africa;

Effaced all distinctions of cast and creed!

....

The leafless trees on stony roads

Are for making coffins;

Or shackles for feet;

Or Cross for Christ;

Or logs for funeral pyre!

Even so, even so, even so;

The eyes ever aspire

To see the dawn of freedom;

Eyes fixed on the horizon;

As feet are marching, without volition;

On the painful path;

Cracked lips become thirstier;

Storms become fiercer;

Hunger ravaged hunger;

Pierced in eyes like an arrow;

The virgin rays of sun.

While the bohemian style of his poetry and personality that had made him distinctive among his contemporaries has now faded with time, it was this spirit that made Hussaini the icon of modernism in the early 1970s when the first volume of his poetry was launched.

The End

My roads

Turned

Twisted

Wandered

Broke off

Came to your door

And stopped.

Poem

Words

words

Tears

tears

Lines

lines

Waves

waves

The sea

the sea

No limit

no end

“The End” and “Poem” are from Hussaini’s first collection, Imdad Aahe Rol, (Imdad, a Vagabond) in which his experiments in form and content to convey a sense of individualism were welcomed by young readers and critics.

Poem

Life is a gas chamber

Just press the button,

Gasoline begins to circulate in the veins

Just light a fire,

Gunpowder in the bone marrow

Just light a match.

In place of the heart

There is a time-bomb ticking in the chest

Tick

tock

Tick

tock

Tick tock

All other sounds

Lost in the strong room.

The symbol of the UN

not the dove, but the vulture

And all ideals, all beliefs

Nothing

But a carcass.

“Life is a gas chamber”, “gasoline … in the veins”, and “gunpowder in bone marrow” are symbols of vulnerability, uncertainty and lack of authenticity of human life. These were not common symbols of rural Sindhi poetry.

Their use by Hussaini was new, his metaphorical ventures were innovative and effective and his syntax original. Free verse is considered independent of metre, rhyme and pattern and hence stood as a symbol of modernism. Hussaini believes that “free verse is like an organic life which has beginning, middle and an end.”

His second collection, Hawa Je Samhoon (In Front of the Winds) came out in 2000, almost 40 years after his first volume. In it, Hussaini appeared with a mellowness of thought and copious poetic skills, but the sensitivity and passion of the first collection had vanished with the winds. His third collection, Kirne Jehro Pal (A Sparkling Moment) was published in 2012. Novelty of thought and poetic expression is rare in these last two collections. In them Hussaini twists the classic and the folk, the traditional and the conventional, but the canvas of his poetry is very much located in the land. Hussaini says that it is not an essential change in his disposition but a reflection of what has changed in universal trends, thus denying becoming conformist and conservative and abiding by societal convictions in his last two collections.

However, the flavour of love and romance has remained a popular theme in Hussaini’s poetry, reminding the readers of the essence and sensitivity of Nizar Qabbani of the Arab world.

Poem

The sea asks me:

“Where is she, the one with deep blue eyes,

Why are no pearls formed in the shell,

Why don’t the raindrops sing malhar?”

The moon asks me:

“Why hasn’t the sun god got up from his slumber?

Behind which wall

Is the soft wind held captive,

Why don’t the lotuses smile?”

You may not talk to me, avoid meeting me

But why punish the sea and the moon?

The sea tosses and turns for you

The moon keeps awake night after night, just for you.

Tales of metropolises have been an enduring theme for modernist poets and writers. Cities are dealt with by poets as symbols of social injustice, misery, poverty and political intrigues, but Hussain’s eye explores the new dynamics of cities as bleeding wounds of the soul. He wrote “Shehar” (City), an elegy about Hyderabad, after the ethnic riots of 1988. It was his second epic poem and contains a great sense of history without glorifying the heroes or the warriors. Instead, it looks at the victim of ethnic chauvinism killed in the streets of the city. The poem echoes the mourning voice of a city crying for her sons. His poem “The Attack” could be seen as a narrative of any metropolis imagined as an organic entity.